In the middle of the snowy forest, a completely different view appeared.
Tyla and Yumina walked toward the field. The moment they stepped into the open, the cold wind turned mild, and the air carried a faint floral scent. Tyla had already stored the snow camels inside her pocket dimension, making the place quiet except for the sound of their boots pressing against the snow.
"Isn't that flower Mathilda's favor–" Tyla barely heard the spirit whisper in her mind, but before she could respond, her eyes widened at the sight before her.
Countless pink roses spread across the field. None of them were in full bloom, yet they were covered in thin layers of frost that sparkled under the daylight. Instead of sharp thorns, the stems bore soft, white sponge-like growths that looked as though they were made of clouds.
"Wow…" Yumina's eyes widened in awe.
Tyla silently agreed. The scenery felt almost magical— beautiful and strange at the same time.
